Hell’s highway

by | Sep 3, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Hell’s highway in Helmand Province is not a safe place to be,
if the Insurgents are not firing rockets at you, they’re planting IED’s.

The road is covered in potholes, of explosions that have been,
the people scattered along the route, won’t talk of what they have seen.

The armour that protects us, we pray that it will last,
and we don’t become a statistic, torn apart within the blast.


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